SPORTS AT SCHOOL ---------------- A Shorts story for Pink Triangle from the Track Coach I suppose what first turned me on to Sports Kit Sex was something that happened when I was about 14 or 15. I spent six days of the week at school, but with sport on three afternoons and either Scouts or Cadets on another, life really wasn't so bad as it may have sounded. During classes, I tended to sit next to a boy called Martin. We had those old-fashioned metal desks in linked pairs, with lift-up lids covering whatever we dared to store inside and a single, wide fold-down seat. Like me, he was something of a sportsman, although unlike me he was really good at it, representing the school in most of the Track-and-Field events, and winning many. He was not a tall boy, 5'8" at the most, against my own 5'10" or so. His hair was very blond and covered his collar, but was always beautifully clean and well-brushed, and so the school had not objected to it. Very much the young athlete, his physique was all but perfect even at that age. His skin was still smooth and hairless, and always tanned, yet his musculature was fully developed, particularly about the chest and torso. His legs, too, were of splendid proportion. I suppose that was something to do with all the cycling we used to do at weekends. All in all, then, Martin was exactly the type of boy to be seen about the school in his tiny shorts and track singlet! On this particular afternoon in early June the Latin grammar seemed endless. Our teacher droned on and on, and neither Martin nor I were taking in much of what was being said. I was gazing surreptitiously out of the window, watching the older boys on the athletics track, when Martin gave me a sly nudge. I glanced round to see him pointing to a bulge in his grey flannels, which gave an inviting kind of a twitch. I couldn't resist reaching across and putting out a hand to feel it. Martin looked shocked at first, but not angry, as I pressed a palm onto his hard young cock. I was getting hard too. I caught hold of his hand and pulled it towards me, showing him the effect he was having on me. He touched me briefly, then pulled away, fearful that Sir would spot us. Over the next few days, though, we made certain we sat together at every opportunity. Then came the afternoon when we next had Games. Martin and I had been left to practice our long-jump on the far side of the track. Martin, as was usual, was wearing that all-white gear - a pair of little cotton shorts with a button at the waist; his tight running singlet; long white socks and gym shoes. I on the other hand tended to prefer something a bit more colourful, and had opted for by blue-and-grey running shorts and singlet, with long grey sports socks and track spikes. Martin had just finished his jump, and I was about to walk to the end of the run-up to try a new technique I'd been working on. Martin sat on the grass and crossed his legs ... when suddenly his cock moved upright inside his shorts! I couldn't fail to see it as the material, though spotlessly white, was quite thin and well-worn. He glanced up at me and smiled shyly, almost as though his excitement embarrassed him. I sat down beside him and reached out to stroke him through his gear, as we'd begun to do to each other whenever we were by ourselves. He must have been really hot and horny, because he whispered to me urgently, "Not now ... later! Follow me after your next jump." That next jump was by far my best of the afternoon - we'd only done this once before, and had both thought it fantastic! By the time I reached the sand-pit, Martin had stood and gathered up his bag of gear. I lay back in the warm, soft sand, my legs spread wide, and found him staring at me - not into my eyes this time, but straight down at my crutch. It was as though he could see everything my shorts loosely covered, without needing me to slip them down for him. The other boys were on the far side of the field now, intent on their game of soccer, so we slipped into the deserted shower-room and locked ourselves into a well concealed cubicle. I turned on the water, hoping that anyone coming in would think all was well, and we huddled close in one corner, for the while well clear of the warm, streaming water. Martin knelt for a moment to tie a lace, and I moved closer to him, standing over him with my feet apart. He immediately reached out and held me right through my shorts, squeezing the fast-growing phallus he knew I kept beneath them and brushing lightly across my big balls. As he did so I lightly stroked his, feeling it growing beneath my fingers. It was so big, even though it still wasn't fully hard, and felt really interesting, as Martin wasn't circumcised. I rolled his skin back and forth through that thin cotton, as he blew cool air up my legs and tickled my balls. It felt really great, and Martin was groaning with pleasure too as I kept working on his skin like that! We were so excited that we were both close to shooting our hot loads even before we'd got our cocks out. Our shorts were wet and sticky with pre-cum juices, but somehow we didn't seem to mind! I'd never been so excited before, and the pleasure was almost painful: I didn't know whether to laugh or cry with joy. It was just as well we stifled our groans of delight, as just then someone came in to use the toilet. We froze, and listened to the sound of him having a pee, and finally his receding footsteps and the door closing. We waited a moment or two longer, just to be sure, before reaching out to grab the front of one another's shorts once more. And, as we did so, we both came! Spurt after spurt of jism hit the insides of our shorts, until it was trickling down our trembling legs. And we hadn't even had to jerk each other! I looked into Martin's eyes and we kissed passionately, each knowing clearly now what we would do with the rest of our time at the school together... -- +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ | Jeffrey P. Temple utgard!pyrgard!jeffrey@csusac.csus.edu | | | | "There are not many things in human affairs worth any great anxiety" |